My Story Told

My Story Told


The horror of my past is strong

Terror rules me

Shame’s my shadow

Pain’s always there


Memories hold me in prison

Behind thick walls

Where sorrow weeps

Deep in my soul


Each day is a constant struggle

Hurt fills my mind

Darkness seeps in

Never to end

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